Oh joy, performance review time again, and this bout has been rather displeasing to me. You would think they could drum up something nice to say - they like the way I do my hair, learning reasonably quickly, but no. It's a litany of "on track" - how fucking patronising - and oh, you haven't learnt that yet. Doesn't make me want to stay in the job at all, such a shame I am not qualified to do anything. Anyway, extra special shout out to my purported lateness. Which has some validity, but would have more if the people who roll in at the same time as me were also being critisized. I suppose I will have to endure the self congratulatory happiness of the golden children of the floor now.
Arsebiscuit. Have to go home and cook. Sometimes I just wish the cats would succeed in their attempts to break my neck by tripping me on the stairs.
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